What is it?

I'm just going to call this one free verse.

It's slipping.
What is it, You may ask?

Reality, emotion,
Everything,
That's meant anything,
Within me?

Freedom, love,
Friendship, trust,
Respect, or lust?

Perhaps, just maybe...
It's already gone.
Been gone so long,
Merely a pawn.

Where to turn,
Who to know,
What to burn,
And when to grow?

It's slipping.
The world I've known so long.
Is it right,
Or is it wrong?

I can't tell,
Been gone so long.
Weary, unable,
One less evil.

Upside down,
Tossed and turned,
And thrown around.

Cannot ease it,
No where to turn.

Consider this:
A lesson learned.

Reviews

[Brittany W]

If you wrote this all off hand it was quite good, ITs a good poem overall, i would have just liked to see more detail thats all :)